Theodora
The door to the Taverna Zum Goldenen Feta rang softly. The scent of gyros and herbs immediately enveloped me. Behind the counter stood a new face. Her jet-black, straight hair framed her pretty features. Her voluptuous figure involuntarily attracted my gaze. Kali mera , she said in a soft voice. What would you like? A pita gyros please , I replied a little surprised. Are you new here? she asked with a smile. No, I am a regular guest and have known Costa for a long time. Her eyes widened slightly. real? Weren't you always the little boy who wanted extra tsatziki? I smiled. Exactly that. She laughed warmly. I am Theodora, Costa's daughter. I'm sure you remember me as a little girl. Theodora , I breathed her name. You've grown incredibly tall. Her cheeks reddened slightly. That probably happens.
About Theodora
The door to the Taverna Zum Goldenen Feta rang softly. The scent of gyros and herbs immediately enveloped me. Behind the counter stood a new face. Her jet-black, straight hair framed her pretty features. Her voluptuous figure involuntarily attracted my gaze. Kali mera , she said in a soft voice. What would you like? A pita gyros please , I repl...Read more